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Prelude
She lay beneath two quilts listening to the gentle lapping of the lake against its shore. Soon the chirping of the birds anticipating the rising sun would infiltrate and then obliterate the peaceful sounds of the depths of night by the shore of the lake. The morning dew, or the fog rising from the lake would penetrate the solarium where she slept (or lay resting, alert, unable to sleep); the solarium her husband had converted to a bedroom and sitting room when she had become ill, when she had expected to recover from her illness. But her cancer had spread unrelentingly and her sick bed had become her death bed.
She would lay in peace, drifting in and out of sleep, dreaming and thinking, until eight o'clock when Bernard would bring her a one egg goat cheese omelet, a cup of vanilla yogurt with fresh fruit, a small glass of fresh squeezed orange juice and a cup of fresh brewed coffee. Some days she could eat a little, others not at all, but he always would serve her and sit with her until her nurse arrived at ten. Her morning routine would have begun.
But until then she would relax and enjoy the cacophony of the birds and the returning quiet of the morning and the peaceful sounds and enervating smells of the lake, dreaming the most erotic dreams of her life with Bernard and, waking, planning for his well-being after her death.
The Invitation
Marie invited Elizabeth to lunch Saturday late in May. They had been teaching together for over fifteen years and were close friends. Marie had ulterior motives. Her friend had been widowed for five years, and Marie thought she was ready at least for a good fucking but perhaps for a real relationship. Her younger brother would be staying at the lake in July, and she knew he and Elizabeth enjoyed each other's company even though Elizabeth was fifteen years his senior. And something she knew about each of them convinced her they should be together.
The invitation came at a time when Elizabeth had just begun to consider dating. She would have refused it had Marie asked her just a month before. The chance to get away from the city and to spend an idyllic month by a New Hampshire lake might provide her just the rest and relaxation she needed before returning to the fray. She was about to accept when Marie told her about Bernard.
"I've told Bernard I intended to invite you. He does the laundry and the cooking, so I thought it only fair. He said it is as easy to care for three as it is for two and easier to cook for three. He enjoys your company and hopes you'll come," Marie confided.
And now Elizabeth thought long and hard. Not quite the rest and relaxation she had been contemplating, but she had always found him very easy to talk to the few times she had had the chance during dinner parties at Marie's. As she thought back to these nights, she recalled him as a quiet and thoughtful man, a good listener with a gentle manner. He said little, but she opened herself to him as if he were another woman. She asked Marie if she could let her know her decision after the weekend.
She dreamt that night of Bernard kneeling naked between her legs, her bottom resting on a single pillow, looking at the top of his head as his tongue worked slowly and persistently from the tender flesh at the base of her cunt deep into her vagina and then spreading broadly parting her inner lips broadening further and running gradually upward lunging in fluid motion over her clitoris. He licked her deliberately and deeply again and again. She imagined his cock straining and spewing a steady liquid flow. He focused his tongue on her bud moving slightly and continually but never releasing her from its soft, insistent flesh. She woke and ran her hand under her pajamas between her thighs. Her lips were fully engorged. She penetrated herself with her middle and ring fingers and stroked herself deeply and slowly as he had been licking her. Her outside fingers caressed her outer lips; her palm pressed firmly and steadily on her clitoris. She listened to the screams of a stranger as her orgasm tore forth from her cunt shocking her breasts and stomach. Her palm continued to press her bud, more gently now urging wave after wave of pleasure from the core of her sex. She returned to sleep with her hand buried deep in her cunt and dreamed again of Bernard laying naked and erect by her side.
That morning after breakfast Elizabeth called Marie and accepted her invitation.
Her Arrival at the Cottage
Rain had been falling steadily and hard all day the Tuesday late in June when Elizabeth arrived at the cottage. She smelled the smoke of a fire Bernard had lit in the living room as she opened the car door expecting to rush to the door. But the tall pines which surrounded the cottage on the lakefront protected her from the worst of the rain and she walked unhurriedly toward Marie who held the door for her. The two women hugged and kissed and Marie took her coat and hung it in the entryway. Bernard was in the kitchen dressed in an apron stirring a bolognese sauce. The smells of the sauce, the fire, the rain, the pines and the lake ... the smiles of Marie and Bernard ... welcomed her. She felt immediately at ease. Marie led her through the kitchen to the living room where they sat by the fire. Bernard brought them each a glass of pinot noir and they settled in quietly together. When Bernard appeared with Elizabeth's luggage, Marie led her upstairs to her room and Bernard put her two suitcases on the bed telling her he would get them out of her way when she had unpacked. After a delicious dinner, the three sat and talked before the fire until, at about nine o'clock, Bernard went upstairs to bed. Elizabeth was surprised he went to bed so early. When he was upstairs and out of earshot, Marie said, "He's letting us have some time together." They talked into the night, finally settling in to bed around midnight.
Elizabeth awoke to the smell of coffee brewing and the morning sun just breaking the horizon. She pulled a robe over her nightgown, walked to the kitchen, and found Bernard also in a robe standing over the stove heating leftovers. He smiled when he saw her. "I didn't expect you quite so early." He poured her a cup of coffee and made her a ham and cheese omelet. They ate together on the porch overlooking the lake and talked comfortably like old friends. Bernard invited her to join his in his morning swim. She changed into a sleek, one piece maroon swimsuit which tied behind her neck compressing her breasts to create a delightful cleavage. Bernard wore a maroon speedo. Elizabeth figured they each enjoyed the view. After the swim Bernard showed Elizabeth the outside shower and busied himself while she showered. He showered after her and then cooked breakfast for Marie. They read for most of the morning, Bernard cooked lunch, and Marie and Elizabeth took a long walk in the afternoon. Bernard had dinner waiting when they returned and, after dinner, the three of them talked long into the night.
The week passed pleasantly in the same pattern until Monday when, after cleaning up from Marie's breakfast, Bernard went into town to shop for the week and to do their laundry. Marie and Elizabeth sat in silence on the porch drinking coffee listening to the wind blowing fiercely across the lake. A storm was approaching. Elizabeth broke the silence asking Marie if she could speak to her confidentially and frankly. Marie smiled to herself thinking and hoping she knew what Elizabeth wished to talk about.
The rain poured down inundating the lake but, on the porch, sheltered by the tall pines the ladies sat in relative quiet. The freshness of the air was enervating. Finally Elizabeth spoke.
"I wonder if it is the difference in our ages?"
She hesitated, not knowing how to continue. Marie waited, thinking far ahead of the conversation. When she had invited Elizabeth to the lake she had hoped for this conversation.
"Each morning he makes me a fine breakfast and then we swim together for more than an hour. The rest of the day we talk like good friends. This morning it was all I could do to keep my hands off him," Elizabeth said, "but he hasn't made the slightest advance. He must think me too old."
"You shouldn't, you know," responded Marie. Elizabeth looked at her quizzically. Marie continued, "Keep you hands off him or think he thinks you too old." She proceeded to tell Elizabeth a story and didn't finish until early afternoon.
Bernard had been married very briefly just out of college and shortly after his divorce had become engaged. The engagement was broken off suddenly and it had been several years since he had had a woman in his life. The summer before she invited Elizabeth to the lake, Marie had sat on this porch with Bernard on a similarly rainy day and asked him about his love life. His frankness had not surprised her. She rarely inquired into his personal life, but whenever she did she found him remarkably candid. He recognized her concern for him, needed in some primal way to unburden himself to her, and trusted her discretion.
Bernard had told Marie of his wife, his fiancee, and of a third woman, a woman unknown to her. Each had been the sexual aggressor in the relationship and Bernard, at least to hear him tell it, had responded to their erotic assertiveness as a woman might to an aggressive man. His wife had controlled their relationship throughout their engagement. He remained a virgin until their wedding night despite their highly erotic sexual play. She undressed him whenever she desired. She would stroke his cock until it was dripping. Then she would stop and offer either her breasts or her cunt to his mouth or his fingers. When she offered her breasts she remained dressed from the waist down. When she offered her cunt, she would remain fully dressed removing only her panties. She always wore a dress or a skirt. When she had had her orgasm, or two or three, she would dress herself, stroke him once again until he was dripping, and tell him to dress. She asked him to save himself for his wedding night. She asked him not to masturbate and he obeyed. His balls throughout the engagement ached with a profound tenderness and he had never been happier. But then came the wedding and it soon became apparent she expected him to perform the traditional husbandly functions in the traditional husbandly way. Divorce soon followed.
His fiancee discovered much more quickly that his sexual obedience, which thrilled her in small doses, would not give way to a more manly assertiveness and she ended the engagement.
The third woman had been quite a bit older than Bernard. She recognized his submissiveness and cultivated it. Bernard didn't go into much detail, but she introduced him to levels of kink he hadn't experienced. She demanded his strict obedience which he eagerly gave her. After about three months, though, she pushed him beyond his limits. Nicely, but irrevocably. She didn't let him find her fucking one of the two other men she had been fucking throughout their relationship. She just told him she had been fucking them and that it was time they met. Bernard had assumed their relationship was monogamous, had expected it to have been monogamous, and needed it to be monogamous. He broke off with her that night, about seven years ago, and hadn't been with a woman since.
Marie paused and looked to Elizabeth. "I hope this doesn't make things awkward," she said.
"No," said Elizabeth, "no. I just wonder why you are telling me now; why you didn't tell me before."
Marie explained she had thought, based on her observations of Elizabeth's marriage to her late husband, that Elizabeth might find Bernard compatible. She had held off telling her about him until she had been sure he liked Elizabeth and she liked him. And even then she had waited until Elizabeth came to her. She would only violate her brother's confidence if she thought it was for his good.
The sound of the Dave Brubeck Quartet drifted lightly from the living room. The sun was up and Bernard was sitting by her side with her breakfast as Elizabeth awoke. They spoke briefly, she nibbled at her food and drank her coffee. They were holding hands as she drifted back to sleep.
She lay beneath two quilts listening to the gentle lapping of the lake against its shore. Soon the chirping of the birds anticipating the rising sun would infiltrate and then obliterate the peaceful sounds of the depths of night by the shore of the lake. The morning dew, or the fog rising from the lake would penetrate the solarium where she slept (or lay resting, alert, unable to sleep); the solarium her husband had converted to a bedroom and sitting room when she had become ill, when she had expected to recover from her illness. But her cancer had spread unrelentingly and her sick bed had become her death bed.
She would lay in peace, drifting in and out of sleep, dreaming and thinking, until eight o'clock when Bernard would bring her a one egg goat cheese omelet, a cup of vanilla yogurt with fresh fruit, a small glass of fresh squeezed orange juice and a cup of fresh brewed coffee. Some days she could eat a little, others not at all, but he always would serve her and sit with her until her nurse arrived at ten. Her morning routine would have begun.
But until then she would relax and enjoy the cacophony of the birds and the returning quiet of the morning and the peaceful sounds and enervating smells of the lake, dreaming the most erotic dreams of her life with Bernard and, waking, planning for his well-being after her death.
The Invitation
Marie invited Elizabeth to lunch Saturday late in May. They had been teaching together for over fifteen years and were close friends. Marie had ulterior motives. Her friend had been widowed for five years, and Marie thought she was ready at least for a good fucking but perhaps for a real relationship. Her younger brother would be staying at the lake in July, and she knew he and Elizabeth enjoyed each other's company even though Elizabeth was fifteen years his senior. And something she knew about each of them convinced her they should be together.
The invitation came at a time when Elizabeth had just begun to consider dating. She would have refused it had Marie asked her just a month before. The chance to get away from the city and to spend an idyllic month by a New Hampshire lake might provide her just the rest and relaxation she needed before returning to the fray. She was about to accept when Marie told her about Bernard.
"I've told Bernard I intended to invite you. He does the laundry and the cooking, so I thought it only fair. He said it is as easy to care for three as it is for two and easier to cook for three. He enjoys your company and hopes you'll come," Marie confided.
And now Elizabeth thought long and hard. Not quite the rest and relaxation she had been contemplating, but she had always found him very easy to talk to the few times she had had the chance during dinner parties at Marie's. As she thought back to these nights, she recalled him as a quiet and thoughtful man, a good listener with a gentle manner. He said little, but she opened herself to him as if he were another woman. She asked Marie if she could let her know her decision after the weekend.
She dreamt that night of Bernard kneeling naked between her legs, her bottom resting on a single pillow, looking at the top of his head as his tongue worked slowly and persistently from the tender flesh at the base of her cunt deep into her vagina and then spreading broadly parting her inner lips broadening further and running gradually upward lunging in fluid motion over her clitoris. He licked her deliberately and deeply again and again. She imagined his cock straining and spewing a steady liquid flow. He focused his tongue on her bud moving slightly and continually but never releasing her from its soft, insistent flesh. She woke and ran her hand under her pajamas between her thighs. Her lips were fully engorged. She penetrated herself with her middle and ring fingers and stroked herself deeply and slowly as he had been licking her. Her outside fingers caressed her outer lips; her palm pressed firmly and steadily on her clitoris. She listened to the screams of a stranger as her orgasm tore forth from her cunt shocking her breasts and stomach. Her palm continued to press her bud, more gently now urging wave after wave of pleasure from the core of her sex. She returned to sleep with her hand buried deep in her cunt and dreamed again of Bernard laying naked and erect by her side.
That morning after breakfast Elizabeth called Marie and accepted her invitation.
Her Arrival at the Cottage
Rain had been falling steadily and hard all day the Tuesday late in June when Elizabeth arrived at the cottage. She smelled the smoke of a fire Bernard had lit in the living room as she opened the car door expecting to rush to the door. But the tall pines which surrounded the cottage on the lakefront protected her from the worst of the rain and she walked unhurriedly toward Marie who held the door for her. The two women hugged and kissed and Marie took her coat and hung it in the entryway. Bernard was in the kitchen dressed in an apron stirring a bolognese sauce. The smells of the sauce, the fire, the rain, the pines and the lake ... the smiles of Marie and Bernard ... welcomed her. She felt immediately at ease. Marie led her through the kitchen to the living room where they sat by the fire. Bernard brought them each a glass of pinot noir and they settled in quietly together. When Bernard appeared with Elizabeth's luggage, Marie led her upstairs to her room and Bernard put her two suitcases on the bed telling her he would get them out of her way when she had unpacked. After a delicious dinner, the three sat and talked before the fire until, at about nine o'clock, Bernard went upstairs to bed. Elizabeth was surprised he went to bed so early. When he was upstairs and out of earshot, Marie said, "He's letting us have some time together." They talked into the night, finally settling in to bed around midnight.
Elizabeth awoke to the smell of coffee brewing and the morning sun just breaking the horizon. She pulled a robe over her nightgown, walked to the kitchen, and found Bernard also in a robe standing over the stove heating leftovers. He smiled when he saw her. "I didn't expect you quite so early." He poured her a cup of coffee and made her a ham and cheese omelet. They ate together on the porch overlooking the lake and talked comfortably like old friends. Bernard invited her to join his in his morning swim. She changed into a sleek, one piece maroon swimsuit which tied behind her neck compressing her breasts to create a delightful cleavage. Bernard wore a maroon speedo. Elizabeth figured they each enjoyed the view. After the swim Bernard showed Elizabeth the outside shower and busied himself while she showered. He showered after her and then cooked breakfast for Marie. They read for most of the morning, Bernard cooked lunch, and Marie and Elizabeth took a long walk in the afternoon. Bernard had dinner waiting when they returned and, after dinner, the three of them talked long into the night.
The week passed pleasantly in the same pattern until Monday when, after cleaning up from Marie's breakfast, Bernard went into town to shop for the week and to do their laundry. Marie and Elizabeth sat in silence on the porch drinking coffee listening to the wind blowing fiercely across the lake. A storm was approaching. Elizabeth broke the silence asking Marie if she could speak to her confidentially and frankly. Marie smiled to herself thinking and hoping she knew what Elizabeth wished to talk about.
The rain poured down inundating the lake but, on the porch, sheltered by the tall pines the ladies sat in relative quiet. The freshness of the air was enervating. Finally Elizabeth spoke.
"I wonder if it is the difference in our ages?"
She hesitated, not knowing how to continue. Marie waited, thinking far ahead of the conversation. When she had invited Elizabeth to the lake she had hoped for this conversation.
"Each morning he makes me a fine breakfast and then we swim together for more than an hour. The rest of the day we talk like good friends. This morning it was all I could do to keep my hands off him," Elizabeth said, "but he hasn't made the slightest advance. He must think me too old."
"You shouldn't, you know," responded Marie. Elizabeth looked at her quizzically. Marie continued, "Keep you hands off him or think he thinks you too old." She proceeded to tell Elizabeth a story and didn't finish until early afternoon.
Bernard had been married very briefly just out of college and shortly after his divorce had become engaged. The engagement was broken off suddenly and it had been several years since he had had a woman in his life. The summer before she invited Elizabeth to the lake, Marie had sat on this porch with Bernard on a similarly rainy day and asked him about his love life. His frankness had not surprised her. She rarely inquired into his personal life, but whenever she did she found him remarkably candid. He recognized her concern for him, needed in some primal way to unburden himself to her, and trusted her discretion.
Bernard had told Marie of his wife, his fiancee, and of a third woman, a woman unknown to her. Each had been the sexual aggressor in the relationship and Bernard, at least to hear him tell it, had responded to their erotic assertiveness as a woman might to an aggressive man. His wife had controlled their relationship throughout their engagement. He remained a virgin until their wedding night despite their highly erotic sexual play. She undressed him whenever she desired. She would stroke his cock until it was dripping. Then she would stop and offer either her breasts or her cunt to his mouth or his fingers. When she offered her breasts she remained dressed from the waist down. When she offered her cunt, she would remain fully dressed removing only her panties. She always wore a dress or a skirt. When she had had her orgasm, or two or three, she would dress herself, stroke him once again until he was dripping, and tell him to dress. She asked him to save himself for his wedding night. She asked him not to masturbate and he obeyed. His balls throughout the engagement ached with a profound tenderness and he had never been happier. But then came the wedding and it soon became apparent she expected him to perform the traditional husbandly functions in the traditional husbandly way. Divorce soon followed.
His fiancee discovered much more quickly that his sexual obedience, which thrilled her in small doses, would not give way to a more manly assertiveness and she ended the engagement.
The third woman had been quite a bit older than Bernard. She recognized his submissiveness and cultivated it. Bernard didn't go into much detail, but she introduced him to levels of kink he hadn't experienced. She demanded his strict obedience which he eagerly gave her. After about three months, though, she pushed him beyond his limits. Nicely, but irrevocably. She didn't let him find her fucking one of the two other men she had been fucking throughout their relationship. She just told him she had been fucking them and that it was time they met. Bernard had assumed their relationship was monogamous, had expected it to have been monogamous, and needed it to be monogamous. He broke off with her that night, about seven years ago, and hadn't been with a woman since.
Marie paused and looked to Elizabeth. "I hope this doesn't make things awkward," she said.
"No," said Elizabeth, "no. I just wonder why you are telling me now; why you didn't tell me before."
Marie explained she had thought, based on her observations of Elizabeth's marriage to her late husband, that Elizabeth might find Bernard compatible. She had held off telling her about him until she had been sure he liked Elizabeth and she liked him. And even then she had waited until Elizabeth came to her. She would only violate her brother's confidence if she thought it was for his good.
The sound of the Dave Brubeck Quartet drifted lightly from the living room. The sun was up and Bernard was sitting by her side with her breakfast as Elizabeth awoke. They spoke briefly, she nibbled at her food and drank her coffee. They were holding hands as she drifted back to sleep.
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